The Last Reading (Storage Ghost Murders Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

and slow as if it was underwater.
    In
slow motion the vision Mae turned around, a smile on her face.
    Two
hands reached out and pushed her.
    The
smile was replaced by a look of surprise.
    Mae
toppled down the stairs, still in slow motion.
    Grace
heard the gasps of ghost Mae at her side. Grace’s hand flew to her mouth as she
watched Mae tumble down the steps. She landed with a sickening thud at the
bottom, her head twisted unnaturally to the side.
    A
sharp pain flared up in Grace’s neck. She knew where it had come from now.
Grace turned to where the person who had pushed Mae was standing. There was no
one there. Grace tried to recall the hands. Were they male or female? She
didn’t know.
    In
a trembling voice ghost Mae said, “Why would someone do that to me? Oh, Grace!
Look at me, down there, what an awful way to go!”
    Grace
couldn’t think of anything to say. It was an awful way to go and now they knew
for sure that Mae had been murdered. Grace walked down the steps and looked
closer at the vision Mae. She was lying near a pair of thick velvet curtains
that covered a floor to ceiling window. The same curtains that were now in
Grace’s shop. Had the tarot cards fallen out of Mae’s pocket and into the hem
of the curtains? Grace reached out in the hope of touching something solid. Her
hands floated through the curtains.
    Ghost
Mae joined her. “Grace! There’s someone coming downstairs, I think it’s the
murderer!”
    Grace
looked back, there was a figure but it was blurred. “The vision’s starting to
fade. It must be because you’re ... taking your last breaths.”
    The
whole vision began to fade and parts of Grace’s shop began to reappear.
    Grace
watched in horror as the last few seconds of the vision played out.
    Ghost
Mae let out a whimper. “What’s that person doing to me? Why are they touching
my clothes? Grace! What’s happening?”
    The
vision faded completely. Grace turned to Mae, she could feel the sting of tears
forming in her eyes. “It looked like he, or she, was searching for something.
What do you think it was?”
    Mae
shook her head. “It might have been my tarot cards, everyone at the fair knew
I’d had them for years. Would someone really kill me for my cards?”
    “They
might have, they might have seen how popular you were. Mae, I just don’t know.
I thought your cards might have flown out of your pocket and into the curtains.
Do you think that might have happened?”
    “Yes!”
A voice boomed out. Grace yelped and dropped the cards.
    “Pearl!
Don’t sneak up on us,” Grace said. She picked up the cards and showed them to
Pearl. “This is what Mae is attached to, we went into a vision.”
    Pearl
nodded and gave her a smug look. “I know. I had a feeling something was happening
so I came over here and I saw everything. It was like a small TV screen in the
front window. It was a bit boring with you walking round at first. There are
some weird people that go to those fairs, haven’t they got anything better to
do?”
    Mae
gave a sniff of indignation.
    Pearl
carried on. “It got interesting when you fell down the stairs. Arse over ...”
    “Pearl!
Mae died,” Grace said.
    “I
know, we all die. I saw those curtains and I did see the cards flying off into
them. It must have been what the murderer was looking for. But I thought I
heard something else falling too, like coins or something. These curtains were
in the storage locker weren’t they? The anonymous bidder that you never saw
must have known they were up for sale somehow and they bought the locker.
Grace, you said it looked like the locker had been searched when you went in.”
    Grace
nodded.
    Pearl
folded her arms and said wisely, “The murderer must bought the locker, looking
for those cards. I don’t know why they wanted them but it was enough to kill
Mae for.”
    Grace
held the cards out as if they were an unexploded bomb. In a shaky voice she
said, “You know what this means?”
    Pearl
smiled.  “Yes, the